Darkness swells around me, smothering time. My eyes know no light. My ears see the trickle of water through stone. For sweet short moments I am left alone.
It’s time. The soft pad of the beast, his gentle breath against my skin. The short, sweet moment before he begins again.
Richard A. Shury wrote this story.
eerily delicious.
Thank you, Richard
this is sorta cool tho the two paragraphs don’t really seem to go together at all. i don’t get it.